The Circles of Life
Don't kill mama

Arriving home, we were surprised because not usually papa's car was parked at home at 6 pm, usually he came home very late, or not home at all

"where are you? " he asked horror staring intently at mama.

"It's none of your business, didn't you say you didn't want to interfere with your son's problems? move over! "

mama was furious and intended to go straight to my room past papa, but what happened?

when my mother took me across the side, my mother suddenly cried out in pain,

"aaaaakh" I was surprised and looked up spontaneously wanting to know what was happening,,

I saw red papa's eyes glaring at mama, as her hands grabbed her hair.

"i'm your husband, I deserve to know what you're doing! where the hell have you been? why did you just get home at 6pm? who did you meet out there? prostitute your job? "

bertubi tupi questions and accusations glide from papa's mouth.

"Yes Allah ... Bang out! keep your word in front of your son! just so you know, I'm not the woman you think I am! I've been taking care of my son's school registration all day! I complete his needs! I'm fulfilling my son's needs! "

my mom's tears kept flowing..😭

"put down your tone! " papa snapped and continued his conversation

"until what time do you take care of school enrollment? which school will accept registration at this time? where did you get the money for school enrollment? "

"i'd do anything for my son! "

reply mama with a soft voice and I cry.

my crying voice was no less loud than their voice, but no one ignored me

immediately, I don't know what possessed papa, until he strangled mama's neck, and was pushed against the wall "who are you saying? your kid? so Zakiyah isn't our son? whose son is he? who did you sell yourself to? "

I pulled the end of papa's shirt while yelling,

"paaa.. don't kill mamaa...! "😭

finally he took his hand off my neck...

"For the sake of Allah bang. Zakiyah, our son, I never did anything heinous that was on your mind, what is it? why do you always think negatively about me? what am I wrong with you that you never trusted me? "

papa put his hand to his face, mama, wanted to wipe his tears, but he took my hand off and pulled my hand into the room, I was still crying, but mama, even she calmed me, wiped my tears, she said, explaining everything will be fine as long as we are together...

That night, papa went somewhere..

"Zakiyah now bobo yaa. tomorrow is school, if gk bobo tomorrow at school sleepy.. "his words sound soft, his hands caress my long, smooth, and fragrant hair, I'm a well-groomed kid, mom takes good care of me. Truly, there is no greater love than the love of mother and child., MOTHER, is the pinnacle of love in the world, inget well brother.. 😉

However, a few days after marriage the ugly nature of papa appeared, and mama still survives to this day, mama is helpless.

"eat him Zakiyah so obedient son huh! tiruti said parents, there are no parents who do not want kindness for their children, if Zakiyah becomes a child bendel, do not obey the mother, later can be rich quality mama, if Zakiyah becomes a child, you want tomorrow when he's an adult his life is ruined like mama's? "

I always remember that word, I remember the story and advice of my mother even though the story and advice was delivered when I was 4 years old, yes, I don't know, some say it's because of the pressure that makes me a lot faster to grow up than a kid my age.

after mama finished the story, I suddenly remembered with a khair. "ma, when do we pick up the chair at grandma's house? "

khair is my three-year-old little brother, khair was entrusted two days ago to his older brother mama or more accurately aunt, I called him mother.

khair was left at the grandmother's house because the mother herself asked for it, the mother was the first daughter of the grandmother, the mother was a child who obeyed the parents.

When the mother (the second daughter of the grandmother) already had two children, the mother still continued her education, until she could be said to be successful at that time, even though the mother still lives with parents, the mother still lives with her parents, but he never burdensome parents, even sometimes mothers also participate in the descent of kitchen shopping for daily eating needs.

Mother used to ask me to stay with her, because she knew my mother was actually unable to meet the needs of her child, because she only worked sewing, and papa did not support us.

when staying at home grandma, always invited by the road mother, given a lot of pocket money, bought milk and others.

she loved us just as much as my mom loved us, they were the same. ^^^^

"tomorrow when you go home from school, while telling your grandmother if you go to school, surely grandma is happy" he said

"iya ma.. "my answer obeyed the word mama. "khair there what are you doing ma...? "many while laughing

"khair must also want to sleep accompanied by mother, like mama accompanied you at this time, already let's sleep"

"yes ma"

In the morning, at 6:30 mama woke me up, bathed me and cooked breakfast, today I leave school in a pink box uniform, a short skirt with more solid color, with new shoes and bags, and so on, my hair was pulled neatly on the right and left, that day I was very happy.. ^^^^

we walked around for 10 minutes, huh. that was a long way, but I was excited about all this new stuff, I didn't ask for a sling like before, I can't wait to face something new, but I'm still afraid of something.

"ma. I don't want the same class as a bad boy, I don't want to be in the classroom of a fierce teacher. "just throw my mouth in the foot. "

"just relax, you'll definitely get the best class, don't be afraid, face everything casually"😉

"mama wait for me to come home, will you...? "

"Zakiyah, you know you have to sew, otherwise you will not be able to buy milk again, you will not drink milk? " mama stopped the step facing my face.

"yes ma.. "

after the school gate, everyone looked at me, I was ashamed, probably because I was a new student.

he gave me the box, and my bag which he had been holding, I shook my hand and kissed my mother, and one of the teachers came to me, and he invited me to a new class